Chapter 60

Sal's POV

I believed that fate somehow wanted to mock me. As I watched Bradford’s still body on the bed, I thought about how my life would turn out if his chest suddenly stopped moving and the doctor declared him dead. Would I even have a life left to live? Would I even want to wake up another morning knowing fully well that he was gone?

Dr. Tanner's hand touched my shoulder, warm and comforting, but my body had become iron, and even if he meant goodwill, I couldn't bring myself to find peace within it.

“He's stable, he's lucky that we have the innate ability to heal wounds, but . . .” he trailed off, knowing that what he wanted to say next wouldn't do anything but make the situation look worse.

“But it isn't good enough, is it?” I told him, still not turning to look him in the eyes. “Even though his body is fighting to keep him alive, there's still a chance that he might not make it.”

The doctor sighed, at a loss for words. For som